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(Narnia) Imagine being King Edmund's Maid

~This lovely imagine was requested by Queennatxx! I love this idea. So, imagine, many years after the events of the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, in the Golden Age of Narnia, when the Pevensies reigned and ruled in peace, there is a beautiful young maid in Cair Paravel. That's you. You have many duties, but one of them is to clean and prepare the fire in the room of the handsome King Edmund. You got along well and were even friends. He was kind to you and even offered to teach you some swordsmanship. That's how you became friends, but then...A *surprising* ;) ;) and sudden change occurred between you that you were not expecting.~

Being a maid wasn't so bad, not when you considered where you worked at and for whom. Living in Cair Parval was wondrous, you might as well have been royalty, with the exception that there was indeed still work to be done. But it wasn't too hard of work, and you got to do it with the most exceptional views of the ocean, fine architecture, and beautiful people. Sometimes you even got to attend a dance or two.

You occasionally worked closely with the royal family, the Pevensies, who were the loveliest sort of people. Kind, courageous, admirable, and just. You looked forward to every interaction with them, but you had to admit...There was one you looked forward to encountering more than the others.

King Edmund the Just was a handsome man. With his slightly curly dark hair, striking features, a sharp jawline, and warm brown eyes. His laugh lit up the room, and his intelligence was the cunning sort. You admired him greatly, as you admired his siblings, but just a tad more. The Pevensies were known to be good to their servants, they treated them more like friends, sometimes even family. So you justified when King Edmund offered to give you swordsmanship training one on one, that he was just being kind. He had seen you with your sibling, who worked in the armories. You were discussing swords, and you expressed that you secretly wanted to learn, but knew you would probably never get to. It was not long after that where he explained that he had, rather ungentlemanly, been eavesdropping accidentally while passing by behind you. But that was okay in your eyes, you were glad you had not been discussing any more sensitive topics, like your crush on King Edmund, which you sometimes conversed with your sibling about, but no harm had been done, and you were sure his Highness had not intended to eavesdrop anyway. You were just a lowly servant. Why would he ever eavesdrop purposefully on you? But no matter, you were just thankful for the lovely offer and amazing opportunity.

You began learning at once. You found that Edmund was a spectacular fighter, with great skill and ease. You would never forget that first day, when he got too hot and took off his shirt, training with you shirtless as his rippling muscles dripped with sweat. Every time you practiced with him, learning a new lesson, eventually he ended up taking his shirt off. There were times you wished you could take your shirt off too, because of the heat of the summer and the laborious activity.  But of course, as a girl, you couldn't. However, him taking off his shirt certainly made up for it, it was something you looked forward to every session. Even after dozens of lessons, it made you a little dizzy. 

He was a very patient teacher, which you had to be honest, surprised you a bit. You knew he could be brash and impulsive, and occasionally had a temper when he got frustrated. You had heard it was much worse in his youth and got much better with maturity, but a sliver of impatience still remained. You were impressed by his kindness that he showed to you, and eagerly looked forward to each weekly session.

Then there came a time where the Pevensies had to leave to pay a royal visit to another country. It saddens you greatly, and when King Edmund came to deliver the news personally even though you had already heard it through the servant grapevine, he looked equally as disappointed, which was shocking. He apologized profusely, even though you assured him you were not angry or upset with him and understood it was his duty, and his face had a genuine look of sorrow and regret.